How many times must I be taught
The same lesson?
Once they've played with you
They'll move on to the next toy.
I always remember too late
And disappoint myself.
Let this be the last lesson.
I swear I've learnt this time.
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The Heart Doctor
PoetryTravelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.
